More lyric gold for you. Can you tell I'm smitten with any mention of nature in poetry? Especially pines, water and mountains. Realizing more and more that that attraction is a call to an environment I love. For now I'll keep dreaming about it, but in the future feel free to come visit me in my pine-shaded abode!
A Mountain Revelry
To wash and rinse our souls of their age-old sorrows,
We drained a hundred jugs of wine.
A splendid night it was . . . .
In the clear moonlight we were loath to go to bed,
But at last drunkenness overtook us;
And we laid ourselves down on the empty mountain,
The earth for pillow, and the great heaven for coverlet.
-Li Po
Loved it, thanks. Where do you find your poems? I can totally see you in this one!
ReplyDeleteEverywhere! Books, blogs, random places. Most people tend to ignore it, but poems are everywhere!
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